<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910</id><updated>2011-06-06T23:35:33.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life as a Nomad!</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life and Everything in between rolled into one.. Nothing really great but I just want to share to the whole internet universe who I am and what I feel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-860930436875702665</id><published>2007-05-15T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:37:44.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My new hair style for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RkljGbiNu3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OhPckCfqNlQ/s1600-h/Jhenn2+001ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064688218076461938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RkljGbiNu3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OhPckCfqNlQ/s320/Jhenn2+001ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-860930436875702665?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/860930436875702665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=860930436875702665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/860930436875702665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/860930436875702665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-hair-style.html' title='New Hair Style'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RkljGbiNu3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/OhPckCfqNlQ/s72-c/Jhenn2+001ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-4178094568922331573</id><published>2007-04-28T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:08:58.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closure</title><content type='html'>Upon arriving in Dubai I hurriedly called Ipe (our lead guitarist) and told him about meeting the band in Joburg personally. He was so happy for me. "Its time to let go" he told me.. Yeah, I already did Ipe.. I did let go of the violinist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a year before I get over him. All my bandmates knew what had happened and it was a horrible experience on my part. I never thought that things would have to end like that. I wasnt prepared and I didnt see it coming. It came and ended so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon meeting the band and upon hearing that line from Ipe I realize that there are somethings that are better left unspoken. There will always be songs that will make you remember the past. Lines of hapiness, choruses of pains and stanzas to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another lesson learned. Another growing up to do, another song to come and to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love 3doorsdown and Im a huge fan. "Let Me Go" will always be one of my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-4178094568922331573?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4178094568922331573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=4178094568922331573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/4178094568922331573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/4178094568922331573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/04/closure.html' title='A Closure'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-9027705431089679266</id><published>2007-04-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:16:17.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3DoorsDown in Johannesburg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RjLK9riNuoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eFqRSb9igoY/s1600-h/3doorsdown+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058328492497549954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RjLK9riNuoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eFqRSb9igoY/s320/3doorsdown+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Im speechless.. Still in a state of shock.. I've met one of favorite band when I was in Johanesburg, South Africa for a flight. Whaaa! I cant believe it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So happy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a sudden state of loneliness...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While Im reminiscing the moment I had with the band 3doorsdown, I recieved a message from yummy that she's off to Manila this morning and apparently, her pilot for todays manila flight is non other than Mr.Another used to be... My heart stopped. Wishing that Im CBC having a briefing with them.. Ohwell... Not meant to be anyway.. Why bother think about him? Past is past..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the other hand...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have 5 days off starting tomorrow and I have to prepare myself for a looooong 9days flight bound to SIN-BNE-AKL. I've to arrange my schedule. I've got laundry's to do, still have to move to the other room ( w/c includes going to accomodation before I can move), have to go to the uniform store to get myself a new pair of uniform ( because I accidentally burned my jacket, hahaha! what an idiot!) and shoes. whaaa! lots of things to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-9027705431089679266?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/9027705431089679266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=9027705431089679266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/9027705431089679266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/9027705431089679266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/04/3doorsdown-in-johannesburg.html' title='3DoorsDown in Johannesburg!'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RjLK9riNuoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eFqRSb9igoY/s72-c/3doorsdown+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-2577688757721455636</id><published>2007-04-25T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:18:00.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No answers, just questions</title><content type='html'>While updating my page in multiply, it occured to me that my ex has been viewing my profile every week since our break up.. Whats up with that? He's getting married by December this year in Bora. He chose whats convenient for him and he's suppose to be happy. I know him to well that I can sense that he's not happy with where he is right now. You'll not gonna view your ex gf's page if your happy with your present status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bora with my son and a friend and her kids whom I've met through my ex. Actually, Joana is one of those people who knew my ex pretty well. He cant even lie to her and he tells everything to her. She was there when the relationship started and ended. Joana told me some stories about him during our trip to bora. Honestly, I cant be bothered by him anymore. For me, what he did to me was unacceptable and over. We're over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he'll find his happiness bcause I have found mine. There's no amount of bitterness in my heart towards him anymore. The damage has been done and for me, it another lesson learned. I still care for him but this time as a friend. Im hoping that everythings gonna be fine with him and Im wishing him all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-2577688757721455636?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2577688757721455636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=2577688757721455636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/2577688757721455636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/2577688757721455636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-answers-just-questions.html' title='No answers, just questions'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-4546357167274495642</id><published>2007-04-24T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:43:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to move on..</title><content type='html'>Im back! Well, atleast for now.. I've been to lazy to blog recently. Actually I dont have any topics on mind to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Today while hanging out with my flatmate and our girlfriend "yummy" I found a good topic to write about.&lt;br /&gt;Every each one of us had their hearts broken atleast once.. But in every failed relationship the last thing that you would go through is the pain of having to move on. At first we're in denial that the relationship is over. Still wondering and reminiscing those times that you were together, but what we dont realize is that everytime we think about those good old days we're just hurting ourselves, we are depriving ourselves from seeing the good thing about the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women, in so many cases, tend to go back from were the relationship has started ( specially when we were caught unaware that the relationship will suddenly end when infact what we are expecting from it is the other way around), questioning ourselves what went wrong? Hoping that soon our prince charming will come back realizing that he was so wrong and he made a wrong decision by leaving us.. I find it stupid for us girls that we think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some ways to help us from passing that moving on stage.. Hope this might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Incline yourself to music - Take voice lesson or buy musical intsrument that will help you to pre-occupy yourself. Avoid those songs that will make you remember of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the Gym - Im sure we're all pretty mad about what had happened so take all that madness to the gym, or attend yoga class and make yourself look fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Business- If you have enough dough to splurge, then its a wise decision to enter the world of business.. Just be careful in choosing what business to put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Work- If you dont have enough dough to put a business of your own, Im pretty sure that you're not a bum. Concentrate on your job, look for some other ways that will give you extra earnings. Now, if you're, then I think this is the perfect time for you to look for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Go out- Go shopping, (Its a girl bestfriend and the most effective way to take yourself out from the state of misery). Spend time with your girlfriend, take your comfy shoes, catch a movie or have dinner.. Or do a makeover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fly- in our case( flight attendant).. aside from shopping, flying more is one of the most effective way, seeing other places buys out some time, taking us away from thinking about the relationship and we earn more by flying more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Go Decorating- Buy furnitures, or paint your room. You dont wanna be stuck to the same room where all you can see from every corner of it is the face of your ex-boyfriend. Come on! you dont wanna end up feeling that feel of wanting to crawl back in to your bed because youre not feeling to well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Blogging- Too tired of hiding all the pain? well maybe its time for you to put all the words together and have it post to the whole internet universe.. You'll feel better I assure you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the things that I can think of to help us girls to atleast lighten what we feel. remeber there are always benefits from moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If eveything on my list fails you, Maybe its time for you to list down all the positive effects of that failed relationship to you then heal yourself by looking at it. Remember, your friends can tell you what to do but in the end it will always be you who'll do the decision making..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-4546357167274495642?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4546357167274495642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=4546357167274495642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/4546357167274495642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/4546357167274495642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/04/ways-to-move-on.html' title='Ways to move on..'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-139943287646219006</id><published>2007-04-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:29:36.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rh5eTRL88RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zod3qc6lPhU/s1600-h/Manila+Apr+07+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052579517080334610" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rh5c-BL88LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Rv14VLCcuMg/s320/Manila+Apr+07+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rh5c0hL88KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9vitHDu5YGM/s1600-h/Manila+Apr+07+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052577889287729314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rh5c0hL88KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9vitHDu5YGM/s320/Manila+Apr+07+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant think of anything to say yet but Ill edit this post as soon as Im back to my blogging mood.. Fo the meantime, check out the pics from our vacay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-139943287646219006?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/139943287646219006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=139943287646219006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/139943287646219006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/139943287646219006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/04/boracay-2007.html' title='Boracay 2007'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rh5eTRL88RI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zod3qc6lPhU/s72-c/Manila+Apr+07+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-8281738791145611291</id><published>2007-03-22T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:06:40.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why writing is tough!</title><content type='html'>So here I am another blog, another line of stories to tell. Good or Bad. In different forms but it will still be about who I am, where I am, my adventures and misadventures, my deepest emotions about relationships, men and women, what they think and dont think. I wrote, I think two or three posts of what had happened that certain day but decided to delete it. I have no intention to hurt people who are involved. Believe me Im writing in good faith. Just to avoid any painful comments, I have decided to delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very tough not to have the right to write what you feel or what had happened in certain events which you think is very special to you. Now I have to be careful of what to write because I might unknowingly hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am hurt. I am deeply hurt but like what I have said in my previous post there's always a benefit in moving on. Another chapter to be closed and get over with and another chapter to open. Im not a newbie with relationships (and its failures), but whenever I encounter one, I always think of it as another lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with me. I am a good person and a very responsible one. Im not lifting my own chair but if there's one person who knows who I really am, thats me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now is not the right time for me to have one. God has better plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon my gayfriend Ronnie and I went out for a quick shopping. While having our late lunch we've discussed about why we feel alone and miserable here in Dubai. We feel like there's something missing. A lot of people think that we're lucky. ( yes we are, career wise) but what they dont realize is that there's emptiness and loneliness that goes with being a nomad. You may be out of the country exploring new cities and new cultures but most of the time you're alone., you're miles away from your family and friends. Ronnie asked me Jhenn, I think the only way to get rid of this anxiety attack is to be in a relationship, what do you think? I answered, will it make a difference? we're always out of the country? How can we nurture a relationship if we're always out? Its gonna be another problem. I think, the best way to get rid of that anxiety attack is to get used to with the situation and be happy with what you're doing, pre-occupy yourself. Hapiness starts within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remebered a friends advice a couple of months ago, &lt;strong&gt;You should not depend your hapiness from other people&lt;/strong&gt;, it starts within you. If you're happy alone and happy with yourself everything will go smoothly, believe me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what happened to me, I was a self-centered person before I met --- . Then suddenly my priorities changed. Im not blaming him for anything. It was clear right from the start. I was weak when he came and everything that happened came to a surprise. Havent felt that butterflies in my stomach for quite sometime. I was drowned by his kindness and sweetness. It was all my fault I didnt handled it quite considerably thats why Im feeling this way now. There's no bitterness, whats left of it is understanding and maturity. Im dealing with it in a very matured way. Like what I've told him, I do respect relationships and Im wishing them the best of luck ( from the bottom of my heart and with deepest sincerity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and him is now a close book but we will always be friends and co-workers. We work in the same company and might have the chance to fly with eachother again and I dont want to feel even a single bit of akwardness when we see eachother. He didnt do anything wrong, infact Im giving him credits for being honest and Im hoping that he will appreciate every single word that I have written in this page because Im not a bad person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this is very tough but I think I did a very good job this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-8281738791145611291?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/8281738791145611291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=8281738791145611291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/8281738791145611291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/8281738791145611291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-writing-is-tough.html' title='Why writing is tough!'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-5716808018380934108</id><published>2007-03-22T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:24:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgMBhq2AlpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PEnzeTzfFIQ/s1600-h/jhenny1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044877685533218450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgMBhq2AlpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PEnzeTzfFIQ/s320/jhenny1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgMBda2AloI/AAAAAAAAAFg/03vfg1TxpXI/s1600-h/jhenny2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044877612518774402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgMBda2AloI/AAAAAAAAAFg/03vfg1TxpXI/s320/jhenny2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Recent picture....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nomad.. The Drama Queen.. Your Blogger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-5716808018380934108?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5716808018380934108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=5716808018380934108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/5716808018380934108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/5716808018380934108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/drama-queen_22.html' title='The Drama Queen'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgMBhq2AlpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PEnzeTzfFIQ/s72-c/jhenny1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-6514217712114117583</id><published>2007-03-22T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:48:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving DMB, Missin' my two bestfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgL4g62AlnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uUfCJjSPKNc/s1600-h/Annual+Leave+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044867777043666546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgL4g62AlnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uUfCJjSPKNc/s320/Annual+Leave+276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgL4Ia2AlmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/As2FfDnexPQ/s1600-h/Annual+Leave+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044867356136871522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgL4Ia2AlmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/As2FfDnexPQ/s320/Annual+Leave+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been singing these songs for the Nth time and still loving it.. Weng, Sep and I always sings these inside my car while driving... hehehe! We adore DMB..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All By: Dave Matthews Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#41&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear by now I'm playing time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;against my troubles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coming slow but speeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you wish for a dance and while I'm in the front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the play on time is won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the difficulty is coming here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will go in this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And find my own way out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont tell you to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm coming to much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me All at once the ghosts come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reeling in you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if they came down crushing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when I used to play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all of the loneliness that nobody notice now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm begging slow I'm coming here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only waiting I wanted to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only this far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And only tomorrow leads my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coming waltzing back and moving into your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, I wouldn't pass this by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would take any more than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What sort of man goes by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will bring water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why wont you ever be glad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It melts into wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came in praying for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why wont you run in the rain and play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the tears splash all over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warehouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I'm leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This warehouse frightens me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has me tied up in knots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't rest for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon I'm going I'm slipping slow away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping to find something better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than I've got inside of here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The warehouse slips away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey reckless mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't throw away your playful beginnings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and I will fumble around in the touches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be sure to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave all the lights on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we can see the black cat changing colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we can walk under ladders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we can swim as the tide turns you around and around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey we have found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becoming one in a million&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slip into the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This question I found in a gap in the sidewalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep all your sights on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey the black cat changing colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you can walk under ladders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And swim as the tide choose to turn you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here I sit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of tunnel, TV setSpot in the middleStatic fade, statistical bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon I'll fade away, I'll fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This I admit tastes so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe an end to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smell touch feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could this rhythm ever quit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bags packed on a plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully to heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut up I'm thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a clue now it's gone forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting over these bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read in whatever you're needing to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep all your sights on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah man the black cat changing colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's not the colors that matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that they'll all fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This I admit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe an end to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warehouse is bare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing at all inside of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walls and halls have disappeared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love I love to stay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love I love to stay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a corner I was wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a change would be better than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe things won't be better than they have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in the warehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the warehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I love to stay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the warehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every man and woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's our blood down there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems poured from the hands of angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But trickle into the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaves the warehouse bare and empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart's numbered beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still echo in this empty room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fear wells in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nothing seems good enough to defend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am going away, I'm going away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-6514217712114117583?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6514217712114117583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=6514217712114117583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/6514217712114117583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/6514217712114117583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/loving-dmb-missin-my-two-bestfriend.html' title='Loving DMB, Missin&apos; my two bestfriend!'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgL4g62AlnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uUfCJjSPKNc/s72-c/Annual+Leave+276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-8787555399074902585</id><published>2007-03-22T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T02:40:47.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin good, Feelin Great</title><content type='html'>Just woke up and I feel good upon recieving that certain message. Brief but very direct. Its painful but thats what Ive been wanting to hear for me to stop wondering all the time.  Thats it and thats the end.. I know there's a benefit with moving on.. Ill get over this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-8787555399074902585?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/8787555399074902585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=8787555399074902585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/8787555399074902585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/8787555399074902585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/feelin-good-feelin-great.html' title='Feelin good, Feelin Great'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-9047371365700850631</id><published>2007-03-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:08:56.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss singing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHSLq2AlcI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZzL_TnOR91Y/s1600-h/SPA51436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044544155552880066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHSLq2AlcI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZzL_TnOR91Y/s320/SPA51436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHSAK2AlbI/AAAAAAAAADM/ITPvyrX3jGk/s1600-h/SPA51435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044543957984384434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHSAK2AlbI/AAAAAAAAADM/ITPvyrX3jGk/s320/SPA51435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHRzq2AlaI/AAAAAAAAADE/pKDDHyQ7PRE/s1600-h/Annual+Leave+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044543743236019618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHRzq2AlaI/AAAAAAAAADE/pKDDHyQ7PRE/s320/Annual+Leave+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHRmq2AlZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/avt8fgUcoT0/s1600-h/Annual+Leave+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044543519897720210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHRmq2AlZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/avt8fgUcoT0/s320/Annual+Leave+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHRZ62AlYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vrEDAClza48/s1600-h/Annual+Leave+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044543300854388098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHRZ62AlYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vrEDAClza48/s320/Annual+Leave+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken last December.&lt;br /&gt;1. Singing at Basillica in Malate, Manila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Bistro 101 in Palanca Makat with Still Oz Band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started singing when I was 9 years old but I didnt joined any contest when I was young. My first band was K 24/7 with Shar. We planned of going to Japan for some gigs and auditioned. We got it but turned down the offer because it was too small. My 2nd band was with my friends had a couple of gigs but we have to disband because I have to leave for Emirates. Singing is something that I love doing. I can live without a TV but I cant live without music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a magic mic here in Dubai. During free time I sing at home.. hahaha! But I miss singing in a huge crowd. Something to keep my spirit high.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-9047371365700850631?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/9047371365700850631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=9047371365700850631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/9047371365700850631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/9047371365700850631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-singing.html' title='I miss singing!'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHSLq2AlcI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZzL_TnOR91Y/s72-c/SPA51436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-7792919414736101401</id><published>2007-03-21T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:42:39.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthless Entry, Photoblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHQ4K2AlXI/AAAAAAAAACs/TgwqALIgc5g/s1600-h/Random+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044542721033803122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHQ4K2AlXI/AAAAAAAAACs/TgwqALIgc5g/s320/Random+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHQwK2AlWI/AAAAAAAAACk/TGp3IwqaqFw/s1600-h/Random+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044542583594849634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHQwK2AlWI/AAAAAAAAACk/TGp3IwqaqFw/s320/Random+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im hopeless. Its 4am here in Dubai, Im lonely and widely awake. Ahhh im in stress.. Been loosing weight rapidly ( w/c is good!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am this skinny again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-7792919414736101401?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7792919414736101401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=7792919414736101401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/7792919414736101401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/7792919414736101401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/worthless-entry-photoblog.html' title='Worthless Entry, Photoblog'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgHQ4K2AlXI/AAAAAAAAACs/TgwqALIgc5g/s72-c/Random+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-333633860816971272</id><published>2007-03-21T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:29:32.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My horoscope</title><content type='html'>- Call me crazy but I do read horoscopes.. hahaha! My astrological sign is Virgo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**Wednesday ( March 21, 2007) ( Moon in Aries to Taurus 1:16am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You make a short trip, Whether its for business or pleasure, it involves foreign countries or individuals and proves beneficial for you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Comment- Hell yah! duh! Im a Cabin Crew ofcourse I travel a lot and its very beneficial for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**Thursday ( March 22, 2007) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"With the oon in sensual Taurus, you're in the mood for romancee. Someone who has piqued your interest takes an interest in you. Keep it lighthearted and fun, Virgo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Comment - Uhmm, We'll see if his gonna call..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-333633860816971272?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/333633860816971272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=333633860816971272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/333633860816971272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/333633860816971272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-horoscope.html' title='My horoscope'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-211051678909211563</id><published>2007-03-21T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T06:02:14.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgErQK2AlUI/AAAAAAAAACU/MURlGc9KIcY/s1600-h/SPA51520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044360614420452674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgErQK2AlUI/AAAAAAAAACU/MURlGc9KIcY/s320/SPA51520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgEq762AlTI/AAAAAAAAACM/48wh6-LnqpA/s1600-h/SPA51518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044360266528101682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgEq762AlTI/AAAAAAAAACM/48wh6-LnqpA/s320/SPA51518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas 2006 in Zurich with my Family.. (L-R) Aunt Baby, Cousin Cherylle, Cousin Michael, Uncle Stephan ( at the back) Me, and My Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-211051678909211563?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/211051678909211563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=211051678909211563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/211051678909211563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/211051678909211563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/mi-familia.html' title='Mi Familia'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/RgErQK2AlUI/AAAAAAAAACU/MURlGc9KIcY/s72-c/SPA51520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-165572965592408227</id><published>2007-03-20T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:25:56.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Set!</title><content type='html'>Its has been a stressful month for me. One day Im so happy and the following day Im broken hearted. Bleh! Nothing to look forward in Dubai except for my upcoming french lesson and dancing lesson. Yeah! Finally, Im back to school.. Hopefully I can finish everything on time. Been wanting to enroll in a culinary lesson right after. ( wanna make myself hella busy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to go back home. Atleast Ill be having 15days of rest. I dunno when will be my next vacation after this. I've got lots of things to accomplish in Dubai and I need to fly more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back to my upcoming vacay. I asked Richard and Weng to look for a villa to rent for a couple of days in Laguna. I wanna spend some time with my friends. The original plans was to go to Boracay and spend holy week there but since most of my friends will be busy during holy week they cant join me. So, I told Weng that Laguna wil be perfect. Its not far from Manila and I wont buy most of my friends time, they can find a way to squeeze me in their busy sched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is set. The place, the food, the music and the list of who's coming. Im expecting 30 people to complete my Laguna private party. So excited!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of going to Vigan with Alma and Alfie. Hopefully everythings gonna be okay. I love Vigan.. Im in love with the place. Been there once and I wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I have this urge of wanting to be out of Manila.. Its too crowded for me and besides there's nothing to do there. My flat in Le triomphe is empty and I dont feel like staying there anymore. The electricity bill will kill me.. And thats a fact. I just wanna go far away as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited! ( Im saying it again!).. i wanna be cuddled by my friends. I wanna cry... Cry and cry til my eyes gets dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-165572965592408227?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/165572965592408227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=165572965592408227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/165572965592408227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/165572965592408227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/everythingg-is-set.html' title='Everything is Set!'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-2392373102560477622</id><published>2007-03-20T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T03:44:39.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that you may need to know about me.</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;I am Needy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Most men doesnt realize how much I will appreciate if he calls me for a date or a courtesy call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I love a Man with a plan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-I dont like it when a man is too dependent on me for a direction. Although I can give a lot of suggestions but I will be very happy if he leads the way. Surprise me.. Indulge me with food or serenade me with good music. All up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;I love Music and a Good Food..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most of my friends knows that Im a music oriented person, from 60's to house music, from reggae to pop, from jazz to alternative. I may not know how to play an instrument but I do appreciate it if you know how to play one or if not, atleast sing a few lines of your favorite song infront of me, worst case scenario if you still dont know how to, atleast try your best to sing infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I definetely love foods. I have a big stomach and an appetite. I love to cook and will definetely enjoy a grocery date with a man who loves to eat as well. Someone who knows how to cook is a turn on as well.. cook for me, feed me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I love my friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I spent most of my life with my friends around. What they say is very important to me. But the decision making will always be mine. They say who you're with defines you.. Im just glad that im surrounded with fabulous people who supports every decision that I make, that is why it is important for me, that the person Im gonna be with gets along with my friends pretty well. They are easy to get along with.. I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;I love my work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im always out of the country and now I live in Dubai. My schedule is very tight. And I love what Im doing. If you dont believe in long distance relationship, well dont waste your time with me because I cannot give up my future for you. This is who I am and I think this is where I belong. Maybe I can quit my job if Im done with pursuing my dreams and when Im ready to enter a more serious relationship like marriage. Ofcourse, I would want to stay home for my husband and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I love writing, I love books and travelling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Writing is very important for me. this is the only time I feel very confident about expressing my deepest emotions. Im a bookie as well so, a good conversation about books or any book that will interest me is a bonus point. I welcome creative criticism.&lt;br /&gt;- Travelling. This is the reason why I joined Emirates.. Being in a different country and experiencing different culture is something that I would really want to experience. But just as you know, A 2 1/2 hours drive to Tagaytay is romantic for me. Take me somewhere out of Manila is definetely a turn on.. But if you really wanted me to fall for you take me to Barcelona, Spain. For me it is the most romantic place in the world. It will be a fantasy cme true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Im Independent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Right after highschool I didnt ask for money from my parents. Everything I own, I have taken it out of my own pocket. I take care of my bills. I know how to live life and I definetely love to share my life with someone who is independent as well. Atleast we have a common ground. I dont like a guy who still ask money from their parets. C'mon! How can you have a good family ei? Its a no brainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Im Emotional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Women cry more then men. Thats a fact. When Im sick or stressed. I want to talk and cuddle. When I feel hurt I shut off. The better way to make me feel better is to reassure me and comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Im a Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I have six years old son. and his name is Alfie. His dad lives in Ohio and we are separated. We arent married fyi. Alfie will be petitioned by his father this April and the only time that I will be able to see him is when I have a flight to JFK or Im on leave from work. I love Alfie more than anything else. I dont regret having him . He's the greatest gift that God has given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-2392373102560477622?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2392373102560477622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=2392373102560477622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/2392373102560477622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/2392373102560477622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-that-you-may-need-to-know-about.html' title='Things that you may need to know about me.'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-2039923716453316198</id><published>2007-03-19T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:51:30.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Womans greatest Challenge</title><content type='html'>Women also have a challenge with their male partners. Just as women move up and down as a result of intimacy, men move back and forth. When a man experiences increasing intimacy, he begins to switch back and forth between wanting to get closer and wanting to pull away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when a man experiences increasing intimacy, peroidically he needs to pull away before he can get closer"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck what Am i trying to say here? Am I beginning to read Men's minds? Even if I knew all the details of why they want to pull away why is it very hard for me to apprehend them? Most of the time Im being drowned by what I feel and neglect all the facts that I shouldnt do this and that because it will just lead him to be more aloof at me.. Argh! It really hard most specially when you're "somewhat" in the "consideration stage"of the relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever! Here I am again, writing obssesively about my life and unknowingly sabotaging the growth of his love and attraction towards me because of my stupid actions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is infact my greatest challenge, and yet again I dunno how to handle it... When will I ever learn?... That I cannot answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna hit the sack now, its already 430am Dubai time and 1:30am Paris time.. Needed to take some rest for my flight back to Dubai tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least thing I can do now is to give myself a good rest and leave some hope that soon ill be meeting my prince charming and will save me from this misery..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-2039923716453316198?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2039923716453316198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=2039923716453316198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/2039923716453316198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/2039923716453316198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/womans-greatest-challenge.html' title='A Womans greatest Challenge'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-3556123290508499239</id><published>2007-03-18T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:32:16.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miguel Alfonso in EK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2v0MenngI/AAAAAAAAABk/h4NmJruncoE/s1600-h/Alfie+in+Magic+Planet+017i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043380468962532866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2v0MenngI/AAAAAAAAABk/h4NmJruncoE/s320/Alfie+in+Magic+Planet+017i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2vOcennfI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hf6SNxj2WkQ/s1600-h/Alfie+at+EK+airlines+007i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043379820422471154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2vOcennfI/AAAAAAAAABc/Hf6SNxj2WkQ/s320/Alfie+at+EK+airlines+007i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2vHMenneI/AAAAAAAAABU/ChZ9_KLY_5s/s1600-h/Alfie+at+EK+airlines+003i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043379695868419554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2vHMenneI/AAAAAAAAABU/ChZ9_KLY_5s/s320/Alfie+at+EK+airlines+003i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's cute and adoreable. Im so lucky to have him. Im glad that ill be coming home by the end of the month to see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-3556123290508499239?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3556123290508499239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=3556123290508499239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/3556123290508499239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/3556123290508499239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/miguel-alfonso-in-ek.html' title='Miguel Alfonso in EK'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2v0MenngI/AAAAAAAAABk/h4NmJruncoE/s72-c/Alfie+in+Magic+Planet+017i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-8419432686118956987</id><published>2007-03-18T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:20:14.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jhenn and Carmi's hybernating place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rz8ennYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TwYuckTewGI/s1600-h/flat+007i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043376066621054338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rz8ennYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TwYuckTewGI/s320/flat+007i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rscennXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sVghRv1Ue2k/s1600-h/flat+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043375937772035442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rscennXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sVghRv1Ue2k/s320/flat+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rdsennWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/df-OvvghzIE/s1600-h/flat+002i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043375684368964962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rdsennWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/df-OvvghzIE/s320/flat+002i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rV8ennVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s-pwsu1laFY/s1600-h/flat+001i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043375551224978770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rV8ennVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s-pwsu1laFY/s320/flat+001i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what a frustrated Interior Decorator can do! Spend some dirhams in Ikea and decorate her flat.. It turned out to be nice though.. Thanks to Carmi.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-8419432686118956987?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/8419432686118956987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=8419432686118956987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/8419432686118956987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/8419432686118956987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/jhenn-and-carmis-hybernating-place.html' title='Jhenn and Carmi&apos;s hybernating place'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/Rf2rz8ennYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TwYuckTewGI/s72-c/flat+007i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-9079641289800070678</id><published>2007-03-18T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:52:50.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence</title><content type='html'>Im free.. Im finally free from resentment and the stage of hurting. I've gained the ability to self-correct and move on&lt;br /&gt;Without an open heart, it is much difficult to find the right person. Now, Im proud to say that Im opening my heart to be able to be attracted to and even fall in love with the right person or atleast make a progress in finding someone closer to the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in the stage of uncertainty but who cares? For me, uncertainty is the time to reflect on what I want on my next relationship and to avoid repeating patterns..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-9079641289800070678?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/9079641289800070678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=9079641289800070678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/9079641289800070678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/9079641289800070678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-grass-looks-greener-on-other-side.html' title='When the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347812166400143910.post-6129053378320461729</id><published>2007-03-18T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:29:19.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my World</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my new blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a new empty luggage that I can fill in along the way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347812166400143910-6129053378320461729?l=howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6129053378320461729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347812166400143910&amp;postID=6129053378320461729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/6129053378320461729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347812166400143910/posts/default/6129053378320461729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howisliketobeanomad.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to my World'/><author><name>Miss Jhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8o-vETqxXl0/SXbIGT_BXGI/AAAAAAAAAME/jRKl6XtXg2Y/S220/IMG-7032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
